Blackstone Code

Fern became more focused. Ever since the art teacher made a piece of art for him and placed it in his personal art gallery, he felt that his soul had been sublimated!

It was painful for him at first, but after a while he became calmer.

Every day he talks to the art teacher. In fact, the art teacher has not left him, but has changed his way and will always be by his side.

Not to mention that he is wearing a part of her body, so they will be together wherever they go!

Sometimes Fern even plans to have himself turned into a piece of art after his death and put together with his art teacher.

He even designed a lot of looks so that they can be together forever and never be separated again!

Of course, he still has a lot of work to do before that, which makes him become much more "normal" in the eyes of many people during this time.

In fact, he was never abnormal from the beginning, but most people in this world couldn't understand him, so he had to disguise himself as those idiots.

But in the eyes of a few people, it becomes even more terrifying!

Because he is gentler!

Fern pushed the gentleman who exchanged chips onto the workbench, picked him up, and then used a pair of scissors to cut off all his clothes while he kept shouting and turning his head, and stripped him naked.

"You have many old wounds and gunshot wounds on your body. Have you been on the battlefield?"

Fern picked up the disinfectant spray and began to disinfect his body surface. If it is not disinfected, the artwork will sometimes deteriorate or even rot.

The gentleman who exchanged the chips may have guessed something, and urinated when his body was already out of control.

Fern didn't dislike him because he was a man at all. Instead, he helped Zheng Zheng complete the excretion of urine, and then took out a small nozzle to clean up his body and workbench again.

The workbench is not level, which is not conducive to work. Blood and body fluids will flow out of a small hole along the sloping tabletop.

He wasn't the first to pee on the workbench, nor was he the last.

At this time, the gentleman who exchanged the chips nodded. He struggled, but it was useless, so he could only cooperate, and then beg the kind-hearted Mr. Shien to let him go.

That's right, Fern!

"Yes, Mr. Fern, I have been a soldier and been on the battlefield."

Fern said with an "I knew it" look, "Many people think that people have to speak through their mouths, but I don't think that's the case."

"People can express not only through words, but also through other methods, such as using physical conditions to speak."

“It sounds a bit esoteric, but it’s not difficult at all.”

"Did you just say that your calf was cramped?"

The gentleman who exchanged the chips nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Fern, but it seems much better now."

Fern looked at the man who was exchanging chips and his calf muscle fibers were twitching constantly, and shook his head slightly, "It's still twitching, but I injected you with anesthesia, so you can't feel it."

"But don't worry, I will help you solve this problem now."

As he spoke, he took out the scalpel and quickly calmed down the tight, beating, and spasming muscles.

And the method he used was very simple, cutting off these muscle tissues...

Although he didn't know what was happening and couldn't see it, the man who exchanged the chips knew that something was moving in an uncontrollable direction.

He looked at Fern like he was a madman, but then became...he didn't know how to put it.

This was different from the torture he had received. This madman didn't even ask him any questions!

He was brought here inexplicably, and then this person did something to his calf, and then...he was a little confused.

Explain?

He doesn't feel that he can't bear it now. He feels that if it is just like this, he can last for a long time.

Why not explain it?

Who knows what this madman is doing or thinking, he even feels a little scared!

He had never been afraid when facing the charge of the Federals on the battlefield, but at this moment, he felt afraid of this "artist" who looked very elegant!

Just when his mind was already a little confused, Fern's voice came to his ears, "You are in great shape and healthy. Do you know why I chose you?"

The gentleman who exchanged chips looked at the ceiling blankly and shook his head, "I don't know, Mr. Fern."

Fern smiled and gave him an answer he didn't even expect.

He thought maybe he looked more likely to be coerced into confessing?

Or do you look like you have an important role?

But Fern told him that his body fat percentage was relatively low among the people caught, and he was in good shape.

"I don't like people who have too much fat. Not many people like fat people, not to mention that sometimes I have to clean up these things."

“If you don’t peel it clean, it will affect the final product.”

As Fern thought of something, "I almost forgot to share this process with you."

He said and pushed a swing arm over. There was a mirror on it, facing the mirror of the workbench.

The gentleman who exchanged chips saw at a glance that he was lying naked on the workbench, and his cramped calf had been cut open.

Fern was just like his understanding of himself as an artist. The cut muscles were trimmed into clusters of muscles, which subconsciously made him feel sick to his stomach.

"You don't think it looks good?" Fern frowned, but soon relaxed, "Maybe it's because of some blood, just wait for me to wash it off and it'll be fine."

He said as he picked up the nozzle to wash away the blood. It did become... whiter, but even more disgusting.

But Fern ignored him and continued with the work in hand.

“Life is the most amazing thing, and no matter how good we are at art, we can never give a piece of art true life.”

"Perhaps using another method of creation can bring us closer to this goal."

"Remember what I said before?"

"The human body can talk!"

The gentleman who redeemed the chips had never felt so terrifying before. He might have watched himself being cut open bit by bit!

The thoughts of "I won't tell you until I die" that were still there just now completely disappeared at this moment!

The only part of him that could move was above the neck, with bulging veins. "Ask me something!"

"I beg you, I am willing to say anything..."

Fern looked at her, not as if he were looking at a person, but as if he were looking at an object, a work of art.

His voice was very soft, not irritable at all, not even sinister. It was a very sunny and peaceful tone, "Don't worry, we won't miss this link, but we haven't reached this link yet, we have to wait for a while." meeting……"

The gentleman who exchanged the chips saw that Fern's hands were as steady as stones. He almost collapsed, "I promise, I will never lie..."

Half an hour later, Fern came out of the studio and lit a cigarette.

He rarely, or never since the death of his art teacher, smoked in the studio.

The call was to Lynch.

"Mr. Lynch, I have already asked. This matter was done by... the provincial governor and a baron named..."

"That baron may be the counterfeiter we didn't catch last time. Their factory is at the junction of... and..."

"Each person was allocated one to two million chips. The exact amount is not clear. It is not clear whether it has flowed into circulation through other channels. They are all connected through a single line."

"Yes...I understand."

"Goodbye and good night, Mr. Lynch."

Fern hung up the phone and leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette and humming a cheerful tune.

After he finished smoking, he stretched himself and focused on his work. Time always flew by quickly.

He moved his body and returned to the studio.

There are still at least two hours to complete the preliminary process...

After getting the result, Lynch was very satisfied with the result of Fern's interrogation. If anyone could ask him what he wanted, then in the end this person must be Fern.

Maybe in the eyes of many people, Fern is a pervert, but in Lynch's eyes, Fern just has a little hobby of his own.

He has seen more perverted people, so Fern is actually not that scary in his eyes, but rather very simple and easy to contact.

When he was thinking about how to solve this problem, Connor called him and asked him to come over quickly.

Twenty minutes later, Lynch arrived at the Presidential Palace. To his surprise, the CEOs of the six major federal banks were all here, as well as technical engineers from the Federal Savings Bank.

When everyone saw Lynch, they all took the initiative to say hello to him. Everyone knew that he was now the "big celebrity" in front of the president, and he was also very capable.

Even if you don't like him, you still have to maintain a superficially harmonious relationship with him.

What's more, we have been collaborating recently, who would want to offend him for nothing?

"what happened?"

Lynch walked to the end, and on the desk in front of Connor were several banknotes.

With a slightly serious expression on his face, he picked up one of the coins and handed it to Lynch, "This is a fake coin, but it is no different from a real coin. Do you understand what I mean?"

Lynch began to carefully observe the counterfeit currency in his hand, a twenty-dollar Federal Sol. Lynch touched his pocket, and another CEO handed him a twenty-dollar bill.

He said thank you and started to compare the two banknotes. Unfortunately, he could not find any difference between the two banknotes. They were exactly the same!

"Are you sure this is a counterfeit bill?"

Lynch put the counterfeit currency back on the table, and a technical engineer from the Federal Reserve Bank answered his question, "The code of this counterfeit currency is not in circulation. We have not even printed currency with this number."

Connor took over at this time, "We are in big trouble!"